To speak the name of the dead is to make them live again ~Egyptian Tomb Inscription

And that’s that

Looks like I rolled the dice and crapped out. I’m out of chips, the account is overdrawn, and it’s time to go home.

Three months of clomid, three negatives

Three iui’s on clomid, three negatives

two iui’s with injections, two negatives

So, tomorrow, I pack up my gym bag and reintroduce myself to the second floor weight room at the Y. That was my bargain. I got one more month, the last of the money in the flex spending account to do one more cycle with injects. If it worked, great. If it didn’t, I get in shape and lose weight and in eight very long months, I can try again. Hopefully, we’ll save up enough to take one last shot and go all the way with IVF. That’s my plan, anyway.

I may be gone from here for awhile . It’s hard to have a blog about infertility and trying to conceive when you aren’t able to try to conceive. And it’s going to take me awhile to dig my way out of this particular Pit of Despair I think. This one is hitting me particularly hard.